Hear ye! Hear ye! *rings bell*

UPDATE: I'm making this post a sticky so more people see it. Since the underwhelming response of Sunday has been noted, how about next Sunday? It'll still work. And everyone has to come. People who want to make it this Sunday still can, because I will be at Mocha, personally. Motheater, AB, you've practically promised. So have you, Samit, so don't try getting away from it.
As for Silver Surfer, since there are questions. NO, he is not me, because, hello, who here thinks I would actually know comic book heroes? Raise your hands. He is friend I made on the internet (Forgive my lack of grammar, please, I'm very buzzed and have just been hit on by a woman for the first time in my life and have also been (very slightly) tempted. But I didn't do anything. (More about this later). Anyway, so Silver Surfer totally exists, and HE IS NOT ME, so stop asking, okay? I realise his first post might have sounded a little like mine, but HE ISN'T ME. Now that we've got that cleared up. Next Sunday, this Sunday, just let me know.
I'm most jealous at the Mumbai and Bangalore and every other city blogger's meets that have been happening. I want to have a "blogging-only" conversation too! Without people asking me "So.. um.. what's a blog? Like your personal diary or something?" I want to put faces to names I read regularly. I want a Bloggers Meet. Okay?

So lets. Lets, do! I propose Sunday evening, Mocha. Mocha is nice and central and you can smoke there and they have very nice shakes. Okay? Please? I'm very bored and it'll be such fun!

If you're bored too, and you want blogger type conversation, email me. My email address is on the sidebar. If you can't be arsed to email, comment. Yay! Okay, let's do this.

And since I do know some bloggers personally, I'm going to do some emotional arm-twisting. You know who y'all are. Mocha, Sunday, don't ditch.

ps. Must link to this post, which made me feel excellent that not everyone is scared of screaming. You should read it too. Some of the sisterhood are so very brave that it makes me feel wimpy.